"Thank you." She bows - just enough to be polite, not enough to be subservient. "I will cleanse your temple, then." And she turns, and goes to find the door.

The door is easily found, and it leads to a dark, cobwebby marble stairway down to an antechamber.  It resembles the visions she's already seen of the inside of Meridia's temple; the familiar thread of sunlight descends into the room through an aperture in the ceiling.  But the marble is dingy and cobwebbed, uncleaned and uncared-for for a long time.  Roaches and beetles and tiny black insects skitter into the corners of the rooms and cracks in the walls as the thread of light enters the room.

She's seen spookier.

She'll keep her silver dagger in her dominant hand, her sword on her waist and the crackle of a held fire spell in her off hand as she enters.

The door swings shut behind her.  It's quiet.

She's not halfway to the vast mirror-pedestal in the center of the room before it's not quiet any more: a hollow wail presages the appearance of a wraith, and another, and yet more from behind pillars and shadowed corners of the room - six in all.  They rush her.

She keeps to her dagger, moving quickly between the wraiths, striking decisively - her fire's deadly, but she doesn't want to use the magicka if she doesn't have to. If the wraiths can't pass through each other, she can use that to trip them up, get them colliding...

Wraiths, unfortunately, seem to be mutually incorporeal.  As soon as she strikes one with her silver dagger, it shrieks horribly, and two of the others peel off and race away down a corridor off the antechamber.

Crap.

She'll try to land a fire rune in front of the two fleeing wraiths.

One veers around it, one tanks the hit and emerges, not unscathed, but not dead.  The four remaining fighters make to surround her.

They're smarter than draugr, then.

She still doesn't want to waste magicka - her firebolt is her best destruction spell - she can conjure a flame atronach...

Well, if the flame atronach manages to bring down a horde on her head - and usually they're not that prone to running off - the door and sunlight is behind her.

She summons a flame atronach, hopes it attacks the more rapidly - and farther from her - moving targets, and that's the bulk of her magicka so she stops it with the spells entirely, and goes in for the four surrounding her with her dagger.

Her atronach tries to occupy the two fleeing wraiths, and she can handle the other four.  Even a relatively shallow cut with a silver dagger causes their smoky bodies to coalesce around the wound, and makes them howl and shrink back from her.

Knowing the silver dagger trick, she can finish off her four wraiths fairly easily, if she doesn't spare much attention for checking the atronach's progress with the other two.

Can she slow them down, get away, and chase down the fleeing wraiths? Because she really does not want a mob right now.

She can; with the atronach's help they go down easy, and now she and her atronach are standing between the remaining four and the exit.

Good. She'll close with the remaining four.

Two of them try to swoop over her, but her atronach mirrors her movement in the air and blocks their escape.

As soon as there are only two left, they both start trying to escape.

She is, unfortunately for them, lightly armored and faster than most people who aren't professional runners.

She can close the distance and cut them down.  Of course, now that patrol's not going to report in at all.

As long as she keeps ahead of the news, it's better than exact information on her and an immediate alarm; she considers the wisdom of attempting to disguise what happened here then shakes her head. No real point.

She gestures to the atronach to keep behind her and watch her back, then walks on, this time more warily. Her magicka's not exactly low, but she doesn't want to have to use so much magic again anytime soon, nor to have to burn through her few potions. 

c͜a̸n yo͞u̶ h͞èa̕r͘ me̡

She nods. "I can." She'll repeat the answer aloud if Meridia doesn't respond to her thoughts.

a̛r͠e ýou t͠r͜y̛i͟n̛g̶ ̧t͏o ̡pray̶ to ͞me

"I'm trying to communicate. Does praying help?"

i can sóm͝e͟t͟i͡m͏es̡ ̸h͘e͏a͜r̨ ͢s̸upp̵l̶i͠ca̵t̕i̵o͘ns ͠d̶i͘r̛e̕ct̛e͡d ͝to ͠m͜e͢
͟
͝it̷ re͜qu̶ires ̡the͠ pe͜t̡itio͏ne̷r t̕o o͡cc̴úpy̴ ̷a͏ ͝me҉nt͞àl̷ ҉pos͝tur̨e ̢li͘kè t̶h̕at́ of a ̸p͞r̛i̷es͞t şingi̷n̵g t̵h͠e ́pra̴ises͟ of̷ ̴the͢ir ̵g͢od̶

o͝r͏ ͠a̶s̡k̴i̷n͏g the̕m҉ fo̡r ̡a f̢a̢v͞o̢r

i͡ ͏could ͢álm̨o͞st̨ ͞hea̢r̸ ͞yo̷u͟ w̛h͞en̸ ́yóu at́t͡em̀p͞t̶e̷d to̧ ̀com͘mu҉n͘ica͏te͝ ͞me̵n̷t̛all̨y͟

if t҉ha҉t̵ ̕is͠ d͢i͞f͝fic̢ult ̶i͘ ̛can a̸l̀s҉o ͟he͠ar҉ wor҉ds spo͜ḱeń ẁi͢thin̡ ̷m̀y҉ te͢mp̵le͏ ҉a͞n҉d̸ ne҉a̴r͡ my ̛a̵rt̴i͏fa͡c͘ts

"I don't know if the wraiths can hear me, is the problem. Can you hear whispers?"

y̢e͘s

"Good. - Actually, can you hear where the wraiths are?"